The lst and last time I drove my car was the cold night that I brought it home. The dealer was 54 miles from my home, got within 4 miles of my destination before a town salt truck pulled in front of me. They never salt the roads before the coming snowstorm, but that night, they decided to. The driver must have been my gf's ex, just waiting for me to come up the road. May his teeth rot out before his brains. Got the Camaro home, put it up on the lift and washed the undersides down.

It sits peacefully, taunting me to take it out, but it will have to wait till April, along side my Solstice Coupe.............